Post by soufflé on Nov 26, 2014 7:30:38 GMT -5
It was New Year's Eve, just hours away from being 2006.
Mister M was playing basketball like a pro with his dad. He knew it was New Year's Eve but he had to keep training to be sure east high could win the championship game against the west high Knights. His wildcat pride never took a vacation.
He was shooting a mad sick free throw when his mom (mrs. M) came into the room and said it was time for the party. The adults would turn up upstairs while the teenagers had a kids party downstairs. He objected to her calling it a kids party but he went anyway.
The beat was mad pumpin in the club and there were many red plastic cups. Mister M stood by the pool table, trying to look chill.
Meanwhile bandit was disappointed as his mother had forced him to stop reading his book about space cats. He, too, stood awkwardly among the other teens and preteens wearing colorful and sparkly party hats. He kinda wished he had a cool hat too but he also was shy and didn't want people to look at him.
Some arbitrary guy was leading a karaoke session. When it came time to choose random people to sing, both Mister M and Bandit cowered where they stood, hoping the dude wouldn't notice. But he did.
Two spotlights hit these two 667ers, formally summoning them up to the stage.
"No! I can't sing. No, guys!" Mister M protested as his peers pushed him over to the stage.
Bandit, bewildered, found himself shoved forward and up onto the platform as well. As the two stood, feeling out of place, in front of the microphones, the weird karaoke leader dude leaned forward to adjust the mic stands and said, "you know, someday you guys might thank me for this."
Looking at their facial expressions, he added, "or not." And the music started.
Mister M knew the song immediately--no one was sure why or how--so he sang the first verse, clearing his throat now and then to show how uncomfortable he was despite his angelic voice. He couldn't have people doubting his heterosexuality.
But once Bandit started singing, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the floor, Mister M was floored by the beautiful sound that had just emanated from this stranger.
The two gradually found themselves getting lost in the music and in each other's eyes. As they danced to their new favorite song, the hella rad crowd of kids cheered, and both Bandit and Mister M knew: this would be the Start of Something New.
Mister M was playing basketball like a pro with his dad. He knew it was New Year's Eve but he had to keep training to be sure east high could win the championship game against the west high Knights. His wildcat pride never took a vacation.
He was shooting a mad sick free throw when his mom (mrs. M) came into the room and said it was time for the party. The adults would turn up upstairs while the teenagers had a kids party downstairs. He objected to her calling it a kids party but he went anyway.
The beat was mad pumpin in the club and there were many red plastic cups. Mister M stood by the pool table, trying to look chill.
Meanwhile bandit was disappointed as his mother had forced him to stop reading his book about space cats. He, too, stood awkwardly among the other teens and preteens wearing colorful and sparkly party hats. He kinda wished he had a cool hat too but he also was shy and didn't want people to look at him.
Some arbitrary guy was leading a karaoke session. When it came time to choose random people to sing, both Mister M and Bandit cowered where they stood, hoping the dude wouldn't notice. But he did.
Two spotlights hit these two 667ers, formally summoning them up to the stage.
"No! I can't sing. No, guys!" Mister M protested as his peers pushed him over to the stage.
Bandit, bewildered, found himself shoved forward and up onto the platform as well. As the two stood, feeling out of place, in front of the microphones, the weird karaoke leader dude leaned forward to adjust the mic stands and said, "you know, someday you guys might thank me for this."
Looking at their facial expressions, he added, "or not." And the music started.
Mister M knew the song immediately--no one was sure why or how--so he sang the first verse, clearing his throat now and then to show how uncomfortable he was despite his angelic voice. He couldn't have people doubting his heterosexuality.
But once Bandit started singing, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the floor, Mister M was floored by the beautiful sound that had just emanated from this stranger.
The two gradually found themselves getting lost in the music and in each other's eyes. As they danced to their new favorite song, the hella rad crowd of kids cheered, and both Bandit and Mister M knew: this would be the Start of Something New.